Page 36 of Tender Offer (Chance at Love #3)

Preston

T hree cups of coffee weren’t enough to shake off the jet lag that’s holding me hostage after this weekend’s last-minute trip.

I’ve been a functional zombie all day, smiling and nodding to keep up appearances.

Operating on autopilot is a super power I wield when necessary, and it was essential after yesterday’s four-hour round-trip flight.

I’m exhausted, but I’m wide awake now.

“Mmh.” The turbulence of my thrust knocks the breath from Madison’s lungs. A tremor touches her mouth as her jaw goes slack and her eyes widen at the force. Our eyes untangle, and mine settle on the spot where my thighs, wrapped in a marine blue suit, smack into the target between her legs.

She reaches for my belt, but I smack her hand away. “The first time you’ll feel it is when I make love to you,” I say. Her back arches off polished wood when my grip tightens. “Fuck, I want you, Puff.” I swivel my hips into her spot. Her groan is so deep, I nearly come from the vibration.

Having her again sparks something feral inside me. I want to pleasure her, protect her, and cherish her for however long she’ll let me.

The force of my body is a Mack truck, nudging the desk forward while teasing her walls. Every feeling I hold for her plays out on my face.

Adoration.

Reverence.

Hunger.

How the hell do I take off this jumpsuit without ripping it? Madison flips over to give me her back, and I pull the gold zipper down her spine. Her eyes lock on Gisele. I haven’t seen her in months, which raises the question why she’s in my office.

I was prepared to grovel and do whatever it takes to get Madison to trust me again. I still am, but the airiness of her inhale alerted me to a different need.

My Puff enjoys watching and being watched.

The symphony of her moans at my soft pecks to her back hardens my dick, which is fighting to break free. She meets Gisele’s narrowed eyes head-on and pulls down her one-piece outfit to reveal a black strapless bra and thong.

Fuck, this woman.

Madison was never shy about her body. She loves every dip and curve—wide hips, thighs, and breasts that spill out of two hands. Her confidence is one of the things I love about her, and I’m here to be of service.

Her nipples pucker against the satin cups of her bra. I release it and cover her breasts with my hands.

“Let her see,” she says, her chin tipped toward Gisele, who’s too stunned to leave. Imagine that.

I spin Madison around to face me and bite my lower lip. “You’re beautiful, Puff.” I lower her to the desk and grunt at her exposed breasts. “I’m fucking these soon.”

Her eyes roll to the back of her head at the first swipe of my tongue. I palm both of her titties together and draw the hardened peaks into my mouth. The long swipes and grazes of my teeth demand her euphoria.

Madison raises her hips for me to pull down the rest of her jumpsuit, and soon it pools at her feet. It’s my mouth’s cue to follow an invisible trail to the source that’s leaking onto my desk.

“I can taste you from here,” I murmur, settling into a squat and tossing her legs over my shoulders. “Don’t run from me.”

She braces but almost flies off the desk when I tug on the lace thong that’s choking her plump pussy lips. The motion ignites a shockwave over the indent of her sensitive bud, which I suck into my mouth. I tease her with the friction of the black fabric and the heat of my breath.

“Preston!” she yelps when the thong rips in half before my mouth is back on her. I lap and swirl her engorged clit until her legs fall open and she digs her heels into my desk.

Slurps and pants echo off black walls as I feast on Madison, satisfying a fifteen-year hunger. She gasps at the building orgasm that threatens a foot cramp with how hard her toes are curling. When my fingers strum her G-spot, her voice hits a Whitney Houston note.

“Let it out, Puff,” I say. She’d scoff if she weren’t about to squirt in my mouth.

Movement near the office door has my eyes on Gisele. I slip three fingers inside Madison and glare. Gisele swallows and nods before closing the door behind her.

I shove Madison’s legs farther apart and suck her with enough force to snatch her soul.

She squirms, earning a chuckle and a pussy slap.

“Quit running and let me taste you. You can take it, baby.” I stand and flip us so my back is on the desk.

My fingers dig into her round cheeks as I guide them to hover over my face.

A moan vibrates through my throat. Madison rolls her hips to draw more of herself into my mouth.

The rhythm is a slow grind against the flick of my tongue.

Pleasure shoots through the ceiling and into the clouds.

Waves of ecstasy hold her hostage until she’s bouncing on my face in a cry for release.

Her orgasm is a downpour that flows through body rolls.

Madison tries to push off, but I hold her in place, French kissing pink lips to siphon the last of her juices. I finally come up for air with one last kiss to her inner thigh.

“Are you okay?” My fingers, once glistening with Madison’s essence, now rub slow circles into her back. She tenses at first but settles into the gentle rhythm, and her panic subsides.

I gave her a moment to reorient herself after I cleaned her up. She was stuck somewhere between satisfaction and fear, more shaken than she cared to admit.

It was only a matter of time before we talked about my kinks.

I’d hoped to cook for her, to ease into what would be a complex discussion about curiosities and concerns.

Instead, after Gisele’s stunt, I had to move around my next two meetings.

There’s no way I’d let Madison leave after being blindsided—regardless of whether I demanded orgasms from her body or not.

“I can sit in my own chair,” she sighs, but she drinks from the water cup I hold to her mouth.

“I came here with a to-go container and somehow ended up on my back on the same desk where another woman was just balancing on a dildo with her vagina.” She huffs and attempts to stand, but I quickly shut her down.

“I’d like to hold you a little longer, if that’s alright.”

My kiss on her forehead tempts her eyes shut. It’s soft, a far cry from my grip to her neck while I ate with abandon. I shift her in my lap to make room for the blood rerouting to my dick. One arm snakes around her waist while the other grabs my fork for another bite of the food she brought.

Just like her pussy, it’s delicious.

“Talk to me, Puff. I’ll answer anything.”

Her lips part to accept a forkful of greens. “Do all the women who come into your office get this level of aftercare?”

“No,” I say to the crease burrowing between her brows. “I’m not an inconsiderate lover, but the few who come for sexual purposes know I’m not interested in anything beyond physical gratification.”

Madison scoffs and anchors her arms across her jumpsuit. “Except for your tender offers, right?”

“ Offer ,” I correct, tilting her jaw so I can soften it with a kiss. “Look at me, Puff.” The laugh that tumbles out of me earns me a fist to the thigh. I didn’t mean to do it, but the wrinkle in her nose and the stubborn pout in her lips are adorable.

“There’s only one woman I want.” I nudge her neck with my nose, lowering the titanium wall she erected in the last half hour. It’s not by much, but I’ll take the win.

Her head rolls in my direction, a shadow of annoyance turning her hazel eyes into slits. “Do you expect me to believe that someone who has women coming to his office for dick appointments is suddenly ready to settle down?”

“I hope you’ll believe that a man who first tasted the love of his life fifteen years ago has been failing to fill the void of her absence ever since.”

My words suspend in the air with her delicate gasp. Madison is the first woman I fell in love with, and she’ll be the last.

Her gaze softens, searching for signs that my confession is a lie. A lifetime cut too short reflects in our eyes. Of two people who once avoided love finding it in each other.

“You can’t mean that,” she whispers.

“I do, Puff.”

The graceful lines of her throat force a swallow. Madison resets. Anger is no longer a guard—fear is.

“How did that start?” she asks, unable to meet my eyes, which are still locked on her. “The women coming to your office.”

“Encounters outside of work come with certain expectations I won’t meet. Dinner means romance, and staying the night runs the risk of someone snooping or telling the tabloids where I live.”

“Makes sense, I guess.”

“What else can I answer? I was serious about earning your trust.”

Madison chews her lower lip. “You asked me if I wanted Gisele to go or watch. How did you know I would say watch?”

I trace a path from the nape of her neck to the curves of her ass. She melts under my touch, and the sweet scent of magnolia takes residence in my office.

“Truth?”

She nods, her eyes imploring me to explain the part of her kept dormant and now unlocked.

“Your eyes.” She shudders as my fingertips brush across her neck.

“The breath you held.” The back of my hand caresses the arch of her sacral region.

“The flush heating your skin.” My grip tightens at her uneven breath.

“Your pupils are dilating right now. I figured you’d say yes because I think you’re an exhibitionist.”

“A what?” A bitter edge creeps through her desire.

“Someone who gets pleasure from being watched,” I say with a kiss to the shell of her ear. “Do you remember how wet you were with her eyes on your magnificent body? Did you like it, Puff?”

“Yes,” she says without hesitation.

“You know what else? I think you’re a voyeur like me.”

Madison’s inquisitiveness at seeing Gisele mount herself onto a dildo was undeniable. She was angry—understandably so—at the idea of me pursuing her while playing with others. She still enjoyed the show, the same way she enjoyed watching the scenes at Ravenous.

“Does she do that every time she visits?”

“It’s not uncommon,” I admit. “She works a high-stress corporate job and comes to me for release. I swear to you, I haven’t called Gisele or anyone else since you came back into my life.

I don’t need any theatrics. It’s entertaining, but it’s not a requirement.

I like to watch, and I participate sometimes, when I feel like it. ”

“What about when we were in Paris?”

I shake my head. “I didn’t unlock this part of me until years later.

Work left little room for anything else.

Over time, the few women who held my interest signed NDAs and agreed to keep our relations private.

They come and go, like Gisele, who I met two years ago.

We only see each other twice a quarter, and only in my office. ”

“And Stephanie?” Madison’s eyes flick to mine.

“Never. Unlike my father, I don’t screw my assistants. She manages my schedule, but that’s all. My office is soundproof, and I only allotted thirty minutes for those meetings in the past. Gisele wasn’t on my calendar today. I never approved the request, and I’ll have words with Stephanie.”

Madison exhales and relaxes in my arms. The fact she’s still letting me hold her is a good sign. I kiss her cheek as she settles against my chest.

“This is a lot to take in, Preston,” she says with a shadow of alarm. “I have no claim to you, regardless of how I feel.”

“You have my heart, Puff. Always have.”

“If we’re going to give us another try, I have to be the only one. Gisele might share, but I’ll be damned.”

I chuckle and pull her closer. “You are and will always be enough. I’m open to exploring kinks with you, but I don’t need them. The entirety of you fulfills me.”

The air shifts to allow breathing room for the idea of an us to take root. I’ll do whatever it takes to make Madison realize she’s safe loving me again. I wait for her mind to decongest of the doubts and fears still clinging to her.

After a few seconds of silence, Madison whispers, “I have a confession. Today wasn’t the first time I’ve done something like that in front of someone. There was a place…with a man. I wanted him to be you.”

“Did you now?”

Her lip quivers at the swipe of my thumb. “Yes.”

“I have a confession of my own. I invited you and your friend to Ravenous that night.” The name startles her gasp and activates my smirk. “I created it, as a safe place to indulge in fantasies without compromising your identity.”

Shock chases the words back into Madison’s throat. Her eyes widen as she stares, speechless.

“You were there?”

I nod.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Puff. It was me.”